Mother of No Child

A want, a need, a longing.

An eagerness, a loneliness,

I cry for, I'd die for.

To hold, to love a forbidden bliss

A warmth just out of reach, 

A mind to mold, a mind to teach.

Will I know how it feels,

To be the one who nurtures, 

To be the one who heals?

For now I wait alone in a corner

In shadow and in pain,

to long for a blind love

and wallow in the freezing rain.

To yearn for sounds of light pitter patter,

breaks a glass heart

leaving nothing but for it to shatter

on the day I fall apart.

Surrounded by others who know the fodness it holds

tourtues my soul,

Leaving me ridged like a chunck of coal.

Feeling as if trapped in a cement room

screaming for the words to be heard

but left only with an empty womb and a sickening silence in return.

Left to be a mother of no child.